| Trust is given to shadows of men
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| Gathered the sheep, the futile crops
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| No seed is sown, no life to cherish
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| Pain and no remembrance
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| End and no remembrance
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| The blades they reap, the guns never cease
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| The cattle, in its horrid lame expression
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| Eaten by itself, devoured
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| Pain and no remembrance
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| End and no remembrance
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| Wrath and fear, anguish strikes me down
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| Gazing into dying eyes
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| Terror turns to sorrow
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| Useless, benign
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| When bestialities ancient align
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| Gazing into dying eyes
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| I philosophize
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| Murdered, pillaged amidst the rubble
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| Eternally degraded, crawling sheep
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| Utopian orders carried out
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| No time for mercy
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| No time to weep
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| Trust is given to shadows of men
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| Gathered the sheep, the futile crops
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| No seed is sown, no life to cherish
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| Pain and no remembrance
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| End and no remembrance
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| Wrath and fear, anguish strikes me down
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| Gazing into dying eyes
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| Terror turns to sorrow
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| Useless, benign
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| When bestialities ancient align
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| Gazing into dying eyes
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| I philosophize
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| And when the deeds are done
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| And the wailing grows silent
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| Tasks fulfilled on hopeless lands
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| Ruthless, brutal, violent
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| Wrath and fear, anguish strikes me down
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| Gazing into dying eyes
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| Terror turns to sorrow
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| Useless, benign
|
| When bestialities ancient align
|
| Gazing into dying eyes
|
| I philosophize
|
| And when the deeds are done
|
| And the wailing grows silent
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| Tasks fulfilled on hopeless lands
|
| Ruthless, brutal, violent |